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ANCIENT BURIAL PLACES. 

Sincere affection for the lower animals and appreciation of 
their unselfish devotion and useful service to man date back so 
far in the history of the world that we cannot find the beginning. 

From an early period of history there are occasional records 
showing that this sentiment, if one chooses to call it by that 
name, has been manifested by giving them honorable burial. 
For example, Plutarch, in his life of Cato the Censor, speaks 
of seeing near their master's tomb the graves of the mares with 
which Cimon thrice conquered at the Olympic games; and, 
again, of a promontory in Greece called the Dog's Grave, where 
Xantippus, whose dog swam by the side of his galley to Salamis 
when the Athenians were forced to abandon their city, had his 
faithful follower buried, thtis giving the promontory its name. 

That the cave dwellers had their dogs beside them in life and 
in death is probable, for in certain places the bones of dogs were 
discovered in the caves with those of human beings. 

The Indians shared with their horses and their hounds the 
graves that they believed to be the entrance to the Happy 
Hunting Ground. 

The early Egyptians paid such honor to their household com- 
panion, the cat, that they went into mourning, after their 
fashion, upon the death of a cat, shaving off their eyebrows 
and showing other marks of woe. 

Egyptian cemeteries were caves, mausoleums, and temples, 
and in these burial places many thousands of embalmed cats 
have been discovered, as well as other animals, birds, and rep- 
tiles. One tomb in Luxor was found filled with cats that were 
wrapped in fine red and white linen, the heads covered with 
masks representing a cat's head and made of the same linen. 

In any large art museum to-day we may see cat mummies, 
sometimes enclosed in gilded or decorated cases shaped to re- 
semble the body of the cat. By the Egyptian, some of the 
animals and birds were not only beloved, but considered sacred, 
and honored accordingly. In these modern days we are begin- 
ning to grant them their rightful place, subservient to us, — even 
as children are, or should be, subservient to their elders, — but our 
fellow mortals, our companions, helpers, friends, and not beneath 
the pale of our affections. 

Those who have found comfort and pleasure in the daily 
companionship of a dog or a cat in their homes cannot bear, 



when this companionship ends in death, to let the body_ be 
carted away as they send away their ashes and other rubbish. 
We deal tenderly with a garment that has been worn by a dear 
departed friend; we who love flowers have stooped to pick up a 
blossom dropped by some heedless hand in the dust and have 
placed it reverently in the grass by the roadside; should it be 
wondered at if we wish to give the body of a once living, loving, 
faithful companion w^hat is called a decent burial? 

From this feeling, cemeteries for animals have been started 
and are increasing in number. I shall speak here only of those 
that seem to me the most notable, and may, through lack of 
information, omit to mention others that deserve notice. 

CEMETERY FOR DOGS AND OTHER DOMESTIC ANIMALS AT PARIS. 




\ETERY FOR 




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Just outside the Clichy gate of Paris, on the Gennevilliers 
road in Asniere, is an island or peninsula in the Seine called the 
Isle des Chiens. On this island was started in 1898 a cemetery 
for animals, called La Necropole Zoologicjue. A handsome 
facade of stone and a gate of grill work in hammered iron, from 
an original design by the architect of the cemetery, Eugene 
Petit, give dignity and beauty to the entrance. On the right a 
picturesque lodge guards the approach to this resting place of 
fourfooted friends of men and women who have not been ashamed 
to testify in this public manner to the love and, in some cases, 
the gratitude they have felt for companions that for a time 
gladdened their lives, then passed on into the mysterious beyond. 

Walking along the pathways studying the inscriptions on 
gleaming stones half buried in ivy and myrtle, and on monu- 
ments against a picturesque background of shrubs and trees, 
through which one could catch glimpses of the slow-moving 
river, there seemed to me to be a special pathos in this spot of 
ground, and I wondered if those who are most contemptuous 
about the affection that often binds the heart of mankind with 



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" Petit Mignon 
Who was nothing Ixit a poor dog, gentle and good, killed^in tlie 
flower of her youth by a civilized savage " ^ 



the heart of his humbler " fellow mortals," his fourfooted 
friends and helpers, could pass unmoved some of the epitaphs 
I read. 

The first monument that meets the eye is a tall and imposing 
stone erected to the memory of that famous St. Bernard, Barry, 
w^ho had a record of saving the lives of forty persons on the 
snow-clad mountains of the Alps. Many worse than worthless 
men have died and costly monuments have been put up to their 
memory. Who can say with any justice that Barry, whose life 
was spent in faithful service as a life-saver, and who lost his life 
while trying to save the traveler who, in his cowardly terror, 
killed him, should not be honored with a stone to his memory.? 

Among those who were saved from death by this noble dog 
was a child, a little girl, lost in the snow, who clasped her be- 
numbed arms about Barry's neck and was carried on his back 
to the good monks in the hospice. This act of his life alone was 
sufficient claim for a memorial stone, but the inscription might 
well_^put to shame many men who read it. Translated it reads: 

" He saved the lives of forty persons. 
He was killed bv the fortv-first." 



Barry, whose fame has gone forth throughout Europe and 
America, is not the only dog who has been ready to give his hfe 
for his friends, and other stones in this cemetery record a grate- 
ful remembrance of such devotion. These epitaphs I have 
translated are brief, but express much : 

" Bijou. 

" He saved my life 

I owe him this memorial." 

" To otir friend GribouUe, faithful tmto death." 

" Homage to Loulou. 

" Token of the gratitude of a mother to whom Loulou restored her 
child who was drowning in the Garonne. Brave Loulou was only nine 
months old, and, moreover, had a broken paw." 




Can any one scoff at stones erected to the memory of such 
brave and noble friends? Or can we laugh at the tributes paid 
to devoted companionship in such epitaphs as these : 

" I have had only one true friend. He lies here." 

" Tom. The friend of his master." 

" Frisette. A faithful friend who will always be mourned bv her master." 

" Bob. 1886-1900. 

" Honor to thy little faithful loving heart which ceased to beat through 

grief at oiir separation." 

" Thy life was all suffering, 
Mine was sown with sorrow; 
We mingled them, hoping for comfort, 
But the cruelty of men 
Put an end to this brief happiness." 




Although September had robbed the httle graves of some 
of their beauty, yet the verdure and the late blossoming plants 
still gave the following epitaph an appropriate setting: 

" Poor FoLLETTE belovecl ! 
" To-day thoti art resting under the flowery earth, and over tliy body 
the springtiine will blossom with roses." 

This is a somewhat free translation of a touching verse : 

" Sapho. 
" If thy sotil, Sapho, cannot go on with mine, 

O dear and noble friend, through all the life to be, 
Then I desire no heaven. May my fate be like thine. 
Here to come at last, to dreamless sleep with thee." 

This epitaph savors a little of the morbid : 

" Leda. 1S92-1Q00. 
" We loved her too much. She could not live." 

And this contains a traged}" in a few words : 

" Miss Boalie. 
"Crushed to death at Touisle, iS February, 1Q03. She had been for 
ten years a cherished friend." 

A handsome stone bears this striking inscription: 

" No name? No date? 
" What does it matter! Under these stones lie the mortal remains of 
what was to me for fottrteen years a perfect friend." 

It is a fact worth noting that the epitaphs on these stones 
are and must be sincere. They convey a true statement of the 
relations that existed between the mourner and the mourned. 
There can be no object in putting a false sentiment on a stone 



erected to the memory of a dog; indeed, one can hardly imagine 
putting up a stone to a fourfooted member of a household unless 
the animal had been a cherished friend and companion. Take, 
for example, this memorial which is suggestive of unutterable 
sadness: 




" To the memory of my dear Emma. 
" From April, i88q, to August, iqoo, faithful companion and only 
friend of my Avandering and desolate life." 



I stood by this handsome and costly monument and looked 
down at the little grave covered with flowers and ivy that held 
the " only friend" of a " wandering and desolate life." 

A single rosebush bore a late white rose and the September 
wind drifted a few of the petals on the grave. I picked up the 
scattered petals and put them in my letter case. And as I lin- 
gered there I saw in my imagination a lonely and desolate soul, 
for some reason bereft of all human companionship, turned 
bitter, perhaps through ingratitude, treachery, deceit, sinned 
against, or possibly sinning, yet possessed, when all other love 
failed, of one faithful friend whose devotion never was and 
never could be shaken, — " Emma, faithful companion and only 
friend of my wandering and desolate life." 

How many sad, lonely, bereaved mortals have been sustained 
and comforted, perhaps saved from utter despair, by the un- 
exacting, unquestioning, faithful devotion of a dog, God only 
knows. 

Giving love unstinted, asking for nothing in return but the 
privilege of lying at his master's feet, following his footsteps, 




FROM THE PARIS CEMETERY 



lifting his loving eyes through which the soul of the so-called 
lower animal looks out and questions the soul of the so-called 
higher animal, happy if answered by a kind look, a gentle touch 
of the hand, a single word of affection, always ready to respond 
to any mood of joy or sorrow — is it strange in a world where 
one finds so little unselfish love, where the tides of friendship 
are so easily turned back, if there are warm and loving hearts 
craving a devotion they never get from their own kind who 
turn to the unalterable love of a dog? 

Is it strange that there are those who desire to pay a last 
tribute of love to the lifeless body of the companion who guarded 
their slumbers, attended them on their walks and drives, lay at 
their feet in readiness on the slightest motion to follow any- 
where and to give their lives, if need be, to protect the one they 
loved? 

But this cemetery is not wholly devoted to dogs. There is a 
corner for cats, where headstones record the names and, some- 
times, the virtues of Minet, Titite, Toto, and other feline pets 
that have added to the comfort of different households. 

A beautiful stone that attracts many visitors is erected to 
the memory of Gazouille, a goldfinch, by two children, Paul and 
Jeanne, who rescued the bird from a man who had just put out 
her eyes, with the idea that it would make her sing. The kind- 
hearted children secured her, gave her every attention until she 
died, then placed in a little grave the body they had so tenderly 
cherished. 

x\t the end of the island a few horses and a lion have been 
buried, but it is to the dog, man's closest companion, that the 
most loving remembrance has been given in words that un- 
doubtedly come from the heart. 




HYDE PARK CEMETERY 

CEMETFRY FOR DOGS, HYDE PARK, LONDON. 

Another notable cemetery for animals may be found in a 
secluded corner of Hyde Park, London, near the house of the 
lodge keeper at the Victoria Gate. This cemetery was opened 
in 1 88 1 by the late Duke of Cambridge and now contains about 
four hundred graves. In this quiet spot close to the throbbing 
heart of the city it is restful to pause awhile and bestow a little 
thought on the two great needs of mankind so manifest in the 
epitaphs, — an unselfish love and a faith that reaches beyond 
this fleeting life. The epitaph that Lord Byron wrote on his 
Newfoundland dog is seen on one stone, and is well worth quoting: 

" Wlien some proud son of man returns to earth, 
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, 
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, 
And storied urns record who rests below. 
When all is done, upon the tomb is .seen 
Not what he was, but what he should have been. 
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, 
The first to welcome, foremost to defend, 
Whose honest heart is still his master's own, 
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, 
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth. 
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth. 

Ye who perchance behold this simple urn, 
Pass on, — it honors none you wish to mourn ; 
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; 
I never knew but one — and here he lies." 

The following epitaphs express the hope that the Indian felt 
when he shot the dead warrior's steed, believing that horse and 
master would be united beyond the grave. 

Shall He whose name is Love 
Deny our loving friend a home above ? 
Nay, He who orders all things for the best, 
In Paradise will surelv give them rest." 



And again: 

" There are men most good and wise who say that dumb creatures we 
have cherished here below shall give us kindly greeting when we pass the 
Golden Gate." 



Less hopeful is this inscription: 

" Could I think we'd meet again 
It would lighten half my pain." 

But there is the joy of faith in these beautiful lines: 

" And when at length my own life's work is o'er 
I hope to find her waiting as of yore, 
Eager, exultant, glad to meet me at the door." 




Other brief inscriptions express the same faith: " Till we meet 
again." " Good-bye, but not forever; God restore thee to me. 
So prayeth thy loving mistress." "And not one of these is for- 
gotten in the sight of God." " We are only sleeping. Master." 

Short and very much to the point is the epitaph: 

Pat. 
" Dogs is Folks." 

And very touching are these: 

" She brought the sunshine into our lives, but 
She took it away with her. 
To our gentle, lovely little Blenheim 
Jane." 

" Dear old Topsy, for over i6 vears 
The faithful friend of vSir — 
and his family. Loved, lamented, and respected." 

Curly. 
He pined for his lost mistress and died 
A faithful friend. 

But it is not worth while to multiply these records of loving 
remembrance. Enough have been given to show why these 
stones are erected. 

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CEMETERY FOR REGIMENTAL PETS, EDINBURGH. 

There is a graveyard for regimental pets at Edinburgh 
Castle, where rows of headstones are inscribed with epitaphs 
that show how the brave soldiers of the regiment mourned for 
their fourfooted companions, and did not consider it a weakness 
to pay the respect to their memory they would have paid to one 
of their own kind. Bravery on the field of battle; courage and 
faithful effort in saving lives; loving companionship that cheered 
hearts made sad and bitter by the faithlessness, ingratitude, 
injustice, and coldness of their own kin or kind, — these are 
traits of character that would have won admiration and respect 
if displayed by mankind — then why should they not be appre- 
ciated in a dog? 

PRIVATE CEMETERIES — ABROAD. 
Queen Victoria's Cemetery. 

On the Isle of Wight, at Osborne, there is a portion of ground 
where about fifteen of the Queen's dogs and cats have been 
buried. The headstones are of white marble, about eighteen 
inches high. Each grave is enclosed with terra-cotta tiles and 
the graveled paths are bordered with box. 

Gladstone's Dogs. 
The " Grand Old Man," Gladstone, had a succession of be- 
loved dogs, and, as death parted them from him, he had their 
bodies placed in a private cemetery near Hawarden Castle. 
Granite headstones are placed to mark the grave, each with a 
dog's name and date of death, and a few have simple inscrip- 
tions. Petz, a black Pomeranian, Mr. Gladstone's last four- 
footed companion, was said to have died of grief upon being sepa- 
rated from his dearly loved master, whose companion he had 
been for ten years. Upon his headstone is the inscription: 

Petz. 

Born at Schwalbach, 1886. 

Died at Hawarden, March 27, 189S. 

Mr. Gladstone's favorite dog. Faithful unto Death. 

A visitor to this spot noted that flowers were scattered over the 
grave and a wreath of moss placed there. 

Summer Palace, Pekin. 

A large and beautifully arranged cemetery is attached to 
the Summer Palace, Pekin, and has been devoted for some years 
to the animals belonging to former emperors of China. The 
tombstones are mostly of marble, but a few are of more costly 
material, such as ivory, gold, and silver. About a thousand 
dogs are said to be buried there in coffins of carved wood. 

Cemetery of the Duchess of York. 

About fifty dogs, once the valued companions of the unhappy 
Duchess of York, are buried at Oatlands Park, near Weybridge. 
Each grave has a plain headstone on which is inscribed the name 
of the dog and the date of his death. 

There are many other family cemeteries abroad and in our 
own country. Did every one possess a country home with 

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ample grounds, public cemeteries for animals would not be 
needed, but those who dwell in cities or in suburban towns, 
who live in hotels and boarding-houses, or who, owning a coun- 
try home, doubt its permanence, find the need of a place where 
they can lay the body of a dog or cat they have loved and know 
that the body will not be disturbed, at any rate, for a term of 
years. A crematory for animals w^ould be inost desirable in 
every city, but the expense of building it is so great it puts it 
out of the question for any society not well furnished with 
money. 








PINE RUIGE CEMETERY, DEDHAM, MASS. 

HARTSDALE CANINE CEMETERY, NEW YORK. 

The Hartsdale Canine Cemetery, in Hartsdale, about an 
hour's ride on the New^ York Central from New York City, con- 
tains about five hundred graves, many of which are enclosed in 
wire or iron fencing. Some of the headstones are handsome and 
expensive, one of them, a granite monument, having been 
erected, it is said, at the cost of $500. 

It is a fact worth noting just here that a man or a woman may 
pay a far more extravagant sum in giving an evening ball or 
reception, or for a piece of jewelry or furniture, but if this sum 
be expended as a grateful tribute to a dearly loved, faithful 
animal, it is thought to be ridiculous and even wicked by those 
who are not capable of love for an animal lowxr in the scale of 
creation than mankind. 

The cemetery is surrounded by a high picket fence, and most 
of the graves are marked with headstones. Though few of 
them are elaborate, yet a number of them must have cost as 
much as $100. Fifteen to twenty-five dollars is the price of a 
grave in this cemeterv. 



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One of the most expensive funerals was that of two dogs, 
Trixie and Pet, who had separate satin-Hned coffins. The owner 
of the dogs is a New York milHonaire. He could well afford the 
fine granite headstone and iron railing around the lot where his 
pets lie buried, and it was not at all to his discredit that he thus 
paid respect to the memory of his faithful companions. 

An interesting inscription in this cemetery has been used on 
other graves, and originated with Lord Byron : 

Our Sydney 

Died Sept. 14, 1Q02, 

Aged 16 years. 

Born a Dog. Lived like a Gentleman. 
Died Beloved. 

Another epitaph is: 

In loving memory of 

Wrinkles. 

A little pug dog. Died Jan. 7, 1905. 

For seventeen vears a steadfast friend and faithful companion who 
^vill never be forgotten by his sorrowing mistress. 

Among other epitaphs worth quoting is this : 

Sir Thomas. 
He shall forever live in the heart of those he loved. 

This grave is enclosed in an iron railing with a box tree in 
each corner. 

" Our dearly loved Dolly " 

is engraved on a marble monument surrounded with box and 
periwinkle. 

Colonel. 

So good. So true. So dearly loved, 
is on a granite headstone. 

A beautiful cat, valued at $300 when alive, has a large and 
handsome lot, in the midst of which is the little grave with a 
headstone. Flowers are planted near the grave, and a caretaker 
from Woodlawn Cemetery is regularly engaged to keep the lot 
in order. 

" He helped me to live through the tortuous years " is over a 
grave which has no name, only a number. 

" He was my friend when all others deserted me " is on a 
dark granite stone, elaborately carved. 

KANIS RUHE. 

Kanis Ruhe, literally rendered Peace of Dogs, is the name of 
what claims to be the first incorporated animal cemetery in 
America, and is also known by the name New York Animal 
Cemetery Company, Incorporated. It is situated on Millers 
Farm, Yorktown Heights, about thirty-seven miles north of 
New York City. It was started in 1906, and withiti the first 
year one hundred and seventy-five interments had been made ' 

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PINE RIDGE CEMETERY FOR ANIMALS. 

The only public cemetery in Massachusetts, as far as we 
know, is Pine Ridge Cemetery, Dedham, Massachusetts. 

The country annex of the Animal Rescue League of Boston is 
situated in Dedham, about nine miles from the city. The 
Needham electric cars go within six minutes' walk of it. B}' 
train from the South Station, one may go any hour of the day 
to the terminal, Dedham, which is a mile from Pine Ridge. 
For 25 cents carriages at the station will take the visitor to 
Pine Ridge. On the twxnty-five acres owned by the League is 
a Home of Rest for Horses; model kennels for dogs have been 
built; and in one picturesque corner, on undulating land diversi- 
fied with pine, cedar, and oak trees, gray moss-decked rocks and 
wild vines, there has been started within three years a cemetery 
for animals. 

Here any pleasant day in spring, summer, or fall, one is likely 
to see visitors; they may be men as well as women and children, 
lingering along the grass-bordered walks, sometimes wath flow- 
ers in their hands which are to be laid on the little grave of a 
once dearly loved and still unforgotten four-footed friend. Up 
in the trees, birds of various kinds are singing. There are nests 
in the gay barberry bushes and the cedar-trees. A squirrel runs 
across the path to his conspicuous home in a lafge nut-tree. 
Across the open field, separated by a wire fence, horses are 
enjoying a well-earned vacation, daintily nibbling the grass or 
standing with noses stretched over the fence and expectant 
eyes, hoping for lumps of sugar from the visitors. 

It is a cheerful, peaceful graveyard, not the less so because 
one is likely to see the living amongst the dead. Pine Ridge 
dogs, large and small, often follow the caretaker as he shows 
the visitor around, or lie down beside the grave of one of their 

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t Al'Fl 
"MOST LOVING HEART AND FAITHFUL FRIEND" 

fellow-creatures, a red tongue lolling out of the mouth, giving a 
waggish expression, hardly suited to the seriousness of the place. 

No noted dogs or cats are buried here, yet tears have been 
shed by men and by women as they stood over the open grave 
and watched the body of a loved companion laid away out of 
their sight. 

One grave is that of a fox terrier, for seventeen years the con- 
stant companion of his mistress, who visits his grave every week 
and can hardly speak of him without tears. His simple epi- 
taph, on a plate fastened on a rock, is " Loving and Beloved." 

Near by is the grave of a cocker spaniel, so intelligent and 
quick to learn that he often entertained his mistress's friends 
with his amusing tricks. He had a little piano bought for him, 
and sat down before it and brought out of it with his black paws 
what was music to him and his mistress. How she has missed 
this music only those who love dogs can imagine. 

Cappi's little grave represents a sad episode in a journey 
taken by a man, his wife, and their little spaniel. The dog was 
taken so ill on the train that his owners stopped in Boston and 
took him to a hospital, where he died in a few days. The man 
and his wife were much troubled about their little companion's 
body, and were greatly relieved when told about Pine Ridge 
Cemetery. They live at a distance from Boston, but come once 
a year to visit the grave, over which is a marble stone with the 
epitaph, as seen above. 

A man brought the body of a cat he had had for twenty- 
three years and had dearly loved. He laid a wreath on the 
little grave and expressed his gratitude that in this quiet, se- 
cluded spot he could show his grief for the loss he had met with, 
and not fear ridicule. 

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Near this cat's grave lies the body of another very old cat 
that had been the only companion for sixteen years of a poor 
woman whose peculiar disposition made it difiticult for her to 
keep any other companion or friend. She was burned to death 
by the upsetting of a kerosene stove. Her cat was brought to 
the Animal Rescue League, but he mourned so grievously for 
his mistress that it seemed only merciful to send poor old Bobbie 
to his last sleep. 

Fairy, a beautiful white Pomeranian, has her photograph 
embedded in the headstone, and the epitaph reads: 

" Our Little Blind Fairy. Passed from Darkness into Light, 
Easter, 1907." Surely this epitaph speaks of a faith be3'ond the 
grave. 




ILD HOBBIE 



Of one little dog buried in Pine Ridge Cemetery, his mistress 
said: " When I was av/ay during the day he sat at the window 
and watched for my return. When he saw me coming he leaped 
down from the chair, ran into the kitchen to call the maid, 
attended her to the door, and never once failed to be there to 
give me a joyful welcome. He never left mc when I was in the 
house, and no words can tell how I miss him. He was loving, 
obedient, a cheerful companion, often rousing me from sad 
thoughts by his playful ways. When I watched by the bedside 
of a dying sister he left his bed in my room and came in the 
night and lay down close to my side, and when she passed away 
and I stood by the bed, he jumped on a chair to reach me and 
thrust his little nose into my hand in silent sympathy." 

It has been said b_\' those who cannot understand love for a 
dog or a cat, that the people who love them would much better 
lavish their affection on children. I have had much opportunity 

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for observation, and can confidently declare it to be a fact that 
the majority of those who love animals and are especially tender 
to them are men and women who have the kindest hearts toward 
human beings; who do the most to help all who are in need of 
help; who love children and are not infrequently fathers and 
mothers. I sometimes question if the men and women who do 
not have any tenderness and affection for the lower animals 
reallv do have it in any great degree for their own kind. 










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But we will leave this little village of the dead and living. 
We go silently up through a winding path quite hidden in ever- 
green-trees and bordered on one side with a ledge of rocks, in 
the crevices of which ferns and wild columbines wave graceful 
hands at the passers-by. As we go, a partridge, hiding there 
from the boys with guns, who frequent the neighboring woods, 
whirrs up through the bushes and disappears over the rocky 
wall into the grove on the hill above it, safe within these enclosed 
acres from the cruel hunters. The crows caw to each other over 
in the horses' paddock among the trees, and chick-a-dees flutter 
almost in your face. You think of the verse, " Not a sparrow 
falleth to the ground without your Heavenly Father," and you 
leave this cjuiet place feeling that nothing should be to'o common 
or too small for us to notice and to love. 

We must not omit to mention some of the notable monuments 
that have been erected to horses and to dogs outside of ceme- 
teries. A monument that has frequently been spoken of is that 
which was erected in Edinburgh, Scotland, to the memory of a 
dog whose faithful devotion to his master's memory no human 
being could have surpassed. A poor tramp died and was buried 
in Greyfriars churchyard. When the sexton covered the grave, 
the little dog, who had been following his master, lay down on 
the grave and refused to leave it. He was carried away and fed. 

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This monument 

was erected by a noble lady, 

The Baroness Burdett-Cout'ts, 

to the memory of 

Grey Friar's Bobby. 

a faithful and affectionate 

Little Dog, 

Who followed the remains of his beloved ma'^ter 

to the chtirchyard 

in the year 1858, 

and became a constant visitor to the grave, 

refusing to be separated from the spot 

until he died 

in the year 1872. 

but returned at night and slept on the grave. Kind-hearted 
men and women tried to coax him to leave the grave, but he 
would only leave it long enotigh to get his food, which was gi\'en 
him by the sympathetic caretaker of the cemetery. For twelve 
years he watched and waited beside the grave of the only being 
he had ever loved. Through all those wear\' years of separation. 



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hope must have been kept aUve in that faithful little breast, the 
hope of reunion. Who will dare to affirm that such a love as this 
was not rewarded after the spirit was freed from the body, and 
that the two friends, the poor man and his dog, did not meet 
again? Emerson wrote: 

" What is excellent 
As God lives is permanent; 
Hearts are dust; hearts' loves remain. 
Hearts' love shall need thee again." 




PINE RIDGE CEMETERY, THE LIVING AND THE DEAD 

Wagner's dogs are buried not far from his own grave, and one 
of them, it is said, was placed in his own tomb. Outside the tomb, 
near the entrance, is a carved likeness of the dog, and underneath 
are the words, " Here Russ rests and waits." 

Upon a mossy bank surrounded with evergreens, under a 
marble slab, another of his dogs lies with this inscription on the 
marble : 

" Here lies in peace Vanfried's faithful watcher and friend, 
the good and beautiful Mark." 

Matthew Arnold wrote an exquisite poem when he laid his 
favorite dog Geist to rest. There are twenty stanzas in this 
poem. Not having space for all, I quote those that most appeal 
to me: 

" Yet would we keep thee in our heart — 
Wotild fix our favorite on the scene. 
Nor let thee utterly depart 

And be as if thou ne'er hadst been. 

"And so there rise these lines of verse 
On lips that rarely form them now; 
While to each other we rehearse: 

Such ways, such arts, such looks hadst thou. 

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We lay thee close within our reach, 

Here where the grass is smooth and warm, 

Between the holly and the beech 

Where oft we watched thy coxichant form. 

Then sonie who through the garden pass 
When we, too, like thyself are clay, 

Shall see thy grave upon the grass 
And stop before the stone and say: 

Peoi)le who lived here long ago 
Did by this stone it seems intend 

To name for future times to know 

The dachshund Geist. their little friend." 




PINE RIDGE CEMETERY 

HEADSTONES OF TWO C.\TS, .AUGUSTUS AND TIGER, AND 

MAX, AN ENGLISH SETTER 

Cowper's epitaph on his pet hare is well known among his 
poems. In one poem he describes how he saved the little crea- 
ture from "cruel man," had her for a companion ten years, and 
he closes this poem with the lines: 

" If I survive thee I will dig thy grave. 
And when I place thee in it, sighing, say, 
I know at least one hare that had a friend." 



Later he wrote the " Epitaph on a Hare," from which I quote 
only the first and the last stanzas : 

" Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue. 
Nor swifter grayhound follow. 
Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew. 
Nor ear heaid huntsman's hollo! 

" I kept him for his humor's sake, 
For he would oft beguile 
My heart of thoughts that made it ache. 
And force me to a smile " 

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Benjamin Disraeli, Sr., wrote an epitaph on his loved com- 
panion, Max, a Newfoundland dog, which ends with these lines: 

" Domestic friend, companion of all hours! 
Our vacant terraces and silent bowers 
No more repeat thy name, and by this urn 
Not to love dogs too well we sadly learn." 

Robert Southey's epitaph " On the Death of a Favorite Old 
Spaniel" has been frequently quoted. The closing lines are: 

" But fare thee well! Mine is no narrow creed: 
And He who gave thee being did not frame 
The mystery of life to be the sport 
Of merciless man. There is another world 
For all that live and move — a better one ! 
Where the proud bipeds who would fain confine 
Infinite Goodness to the little bounds 
Of their own charity may envy thee." 

A beautiful tribute was paid by Governor Hoffman to his dog : 

" He was only a dog, but he was refined and gentle; loving and affec- 
tionate as a child, faithful and true as the best of women. He was nearly 
human, but not near enough to have any of the imperfections of humanitj'" 

One of the curiosities of London is a bronze statue set on a 
drinking fountain in Battersea Park, a tract of about one hundred 
and eighty- five acres in the southwestern part of London. The 
statue represents a brown terrier set on a high pedestal which 
crowns the drinking fountain, and the inscription on the pedestal 
is as follows : 

" In memory of the brown terrier dog done to death in the laboratories 
of University College in February, 1903, after having endured vivisection 
extending over more than two months and having been handed over 
from one vivisector to another till death came to his release. 

"Also in memory of the two hundred and thirty-two dogs vivisected in 
the same place during the year 1902. 

" Men and women of England, 
How long shall these things be? " 

Miss Lind-Ap-Hageby presented the statue to the Battersea 
City Council, telling them that she herself had been a witness to 
the torture the terrier suffered. After the statue was placed, 
the medical students met in large number with the intention of 
demolishing it, but the police, being forewarned, protected it 
from their attack. A riot ensued in which the students had to 
be beaten off, and retired with many bruises. A law suit was the 
next result, and one of the medical directors got damages, but 
the bronze dog memorial still stands. 

Li burying a dog that he loved, William Wordsworth wrote a 
beautiful memorial, of which this is a part : 

" Lie here, without a record of thy worth. 
Beneath a covering of the common earth; 
It is not from unwillingness to praise. 
Or want of love that here no .stone we raise; 
More thou deserv'st; but this man gives to man, 
Brother to brother, this is all we can. 
Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear 
Shall find thee through all changes of the year; 
This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree 
Will gladly stand a monument of thee." 

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IN MEMORIAM. 

I do believe, my dog, that you 
Have some beyond, some fviture new. 
Why not? In heaven's inheritance 

Space must be cheap where worldly light 
In boundless, limitless expanse 

Rolls grandly, far from human sight. 

He who has given such patient care, 
Such constancy, svich tender trust, 

Such ardent zeal, such instincts rare. 

And made you something inore than dust, 

May yet release the speechless thrall 

At death — there's room enough for all." 




FUZZY 

Died September 26, 1007. 

"Here lies a little body that held a great heart. 

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A MONUMENT TO WAR HORSES 

Graves and monuments to horses are not as common as those 
for smaller animals, though every horse deserves a memorial 
tablet if faithful service and a useful life mean anything. 

A touching tribute was paid to two mules who for nearly 
forty years dragged ore in the lower level of the Comstock Mine 
in Nevada, never coming to the surface to breathe the fresh air 
or see the blessed sunshine that all animals delight in. The 
Hon. William Keyser first placed the mules in the mine, and 
upon the introduction of machinery in the mine he took the 
mules out and gave them rich pasturage near his home in Carson 
City. Here they died. Mr. Keyser buried them on his own 
grounds, and p\it over their grave a carved stone with this 
inscription : 



Oh Say and Oh Said 

Two mules who contribttted more to the 

Prosperity of Nevada than the Silver King. 

They worked in the Conistock for forty years. Thev never 

took a dollar out of the state, but they moved 

millions of the value of its treasures. This stone 

is raised by their old friend who seeks no higher reward 

than to rest beside them — William Keyser. 




ANOTHER MEMORIAL To HORSES 

" Now just within the gates of Paradise 
A green field lies, 'mid groves 

And streams. In this 
The shades of horses worn in service here 
Do graze in peace, and drink the waters clear 

In state of equine bliss. 
As once St. Peter barred a spirit's way, — 

Conscience-accused of many kinds of sin, — 
Out spake a stage-horse phantom, ' This inan, lo, 
Walked rather than increase my earthly woe! ' 
Then cried the Saint, ' Come in! ' " 

''At Duxbury, Mass., which is not very far from Plymouth 
Rock, may be seen on the seashore a brick monument eight 
feet high, surmounted by a large wooden ball. On the side 
facing the sea is a slate on which this inscription is carved : 

" All are btiL parts of one stupendous whole, 
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul." 

Here lies bviried 

Honest Dick, 

Who 

Faithfully served three generations. 

This noble horse was born on Powder Point, 

A.D. 1817. 

Here lived and here died, 

A.D. 1846. 

" What words can describe the services of such a faithful crea- 
ture? What money could repay them? To funerals, weddings, 
picnics, parties, school, market, year after year, through mud 
and sleet and snow and dust, until age compelled the tired body 
to enter on its long, final rest." 

And this brief history could be multiplied by thousands of 
families all over the land who have enjoyed the same faithful 
service, but are more forgetful of its inestimable value. 

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ARE THEY IMMORTAL? 

" Behold we know not anything. 
We only trust that good shall fall 
At last, far off, at last to all, 
And every winter change to spring." 

The question of life beyond death is always coming up in one 
form or another. " If a man dies, shall he live again? " has prob- 
ably been asked as many times as there are intelligent, thought- 
ful human beings. If, then, it is so difficult for many of us to 
feel a strong, unquestioning faith in conscious life beyond the 
grave, a state of existence when we shall meet and recognize 
again those we have loved in this stage of our existence, it is not 
strange that the future of the lower animals seems even more 
uncertain. 

We who have counted among our dear friends a fourfooted 
animal, and have so loved that animal that we long to meet it 
again, may find some consolation in the opinions of men and 
women who have thought much on the subject of immortality. 

J. Howard Moore, author of two remarkable books, " The 
Universal Kinship " and " The New Ethics," says: 

" I am not one of those who regard the evidence for the post- 
mortem existence of the human soul as being either abundant or 
conclusive. But of one thing I am positive, and that is that 
there are the same grounds precisely for believing in the immor- 
tality of the bird and the c|uadruped as there are for the belief 
in human immortality. And it is delightful to find great think- 
ers like Haeckel, great biologists and philosophers, holding the 
same conviction. Haeckel is the giant of the Germans, and in 
his brilliant book, ' The Riddle of the Universe,' appears this 
rather poetical paragraph: ' I once knew an old head-forester 
who, being left a widower and without children at an early age, 
had lived alone for more than thirty years in a noble forest of 
East Prussia. His only companions were one or two servants, 
with whom he exchanged merely a few necessar}' words, and a 
great pack of different kinds of dogs, with whom he lived in 
perfect psychic communion. Through many years of training 
this keen observer and friend of nature had penetrated deep 
into the individual souls of his dogs, and he was as convinced 
of their personal immortality as he was of his own. Some of his 
most intelligent dogs were, in his impartial estimation, at a 
higher stage of psychic development than his old stupid maid 
and his rough and wrinkled man-servant. Any unprejudiced 
observer, w^ho will study the psychic phenomena of a fine dog 
for a year, and follow attentively the processes of its thought, 
judgment, and reason, will have to admit that it has just as 
valid a claim to immortality as man himself." 

" The Egyptians were not a people of very high intellectual 
development," said Gladstone, " and yet their religious system 
was strictly associated with, I might say founded on, the belief 
in immortality." 

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" Most of the arguments of philosophy in favor of the immor- 
tahty of man apply equally to the permanency of the immate- 
rial principles in other living beings," was one of the utterances 
of that great thinker, Louis Agassiz. 

" If the Scripture is to be believed, animals have 'souls,' and, 
having souls, who knows but that animals, at least some of them, 
are immortal? " said George Dana Boardman. " I do not won- 
der that in that far-ofif age, when intellectual Egypt was map- 
ping out the heavens and rearing her own mighty pyramids, she 
knelt before her Sacred Bull and Ibis and Beetle because she 
believed them endowed with souls and instinct with immor- 
tality." 

George T. Angell says in Our Dumb Animals: " Many years 
ago a man left by will to Mr. Bergh's New York Society 
about a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Relatives con- 
tested the will on the ground that he was insane because he be- 
lieved in a fviture life for animals. The judge, in sustaining the 
will, said he found that more than half the human race believed 
the same thing." 

From "The Mystery of Suffering in Animals" I take the 
following selection : 

" It would seem to be inconsistent with the ways of an all- 
wise and merciful Creator to bring into existence these countless 
millions of the animal creation — all suffering pain and disease, 
very many suffering great evils from man — unless in some way 
or other there is a future before those animals. 

" Man has, we believe, a divine soul, an emanation of the 
Deity. May not animals have, in some way of which we have 
no idea (for it has not been revealed to us), what I may term 
an animal soul — some future existence, some compensation for 
pain and suffering here on earth, some reward in some future 
state? It is impossible to limit the ways of the Almighty; his 
ways are past finding out. It seems to me that we, as Christians, 
would be guilty of wrong ideas towards the Creator unless we 
believe — not that God has created myriads of creatures for 

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constant pain and suffering, but rather that, in some way past 
our finding out, animals must have some future existence. 

" For myself, I cannot but believe that there is in every one 
of the lower creation soul, of what nature I know not, but soul, 
appropriate to and suited to the instinct of each creature brought 
into the world by the will of the great Creator." — Lieut.-Gen. 
Sir F. Fitz Wygrant, Bart. 

Mrs. Mary Somerville said: " I firmly believe that the living 
principle is never extinguished. I am sincerely happy to find 
that I am not the only believer in the immortality of the lower 
animals." 

Miss Frances Power Cobbe wrote many loving and sympa- 
thetic words about animals. In one of her books she says, 
" We find ourselves logically driven to assume the future life of 
lower animals." 

Rev. J. G. Wood, author of " Man and Beast," says: " I feel 
sure that animals will have the opportunity of developing their 
latent faculties in the next world, though their free scope has 
been denied to them in the short time of their existence in the 
present world. They surpass many human beings in love, un- 
selfishness, generosity, conscience, and self-sacrifice. I claim 
for them a higher status in creation than is generally attributed 
to them, and claim they have a future life in which they can be 
compensated for the suffering which so many of them have to 
tmdergo in this world. I am quite sure that most of the cruelties 
which are perpetrated on animals are due to the habit of con- 
sidering them as mere machines, without susceptibilities, without 
reason, and without the capacity of a future." 

Rev. Canon I. T. Carter, a noted English clergyman, takes a 
high religious ground for faith in the immortality of animals. 
" We may," he says, " connect with the resurrection of our 
Lord the hope for restoration of the entire creation; for the 
whole world looks forward to that future state. As the whole 
world of creation around us suffers from the effect of the fall, 
so, in some way, they will know a resurrection and be trans- 
formed into a pure, iriore blessed, more beautiful, state. The 
lowest creatures are not to be destroyed, but after their manner, 
according to their kind, will be restored, giving praise and glory 
to Him who created them." 

The following quotations from E. D. Buckner's book entitled 
" The Immortality of Animals," will perhaps awaken a desire 
to possess and to read the entire volume, which is most inter- 
esting and convincing: 

" Matter and soul — or mind — are the only constituent ele- 
ments in the universe, and they both exist alike in man and in 
the lower animals. The body, which is matter, changes its form 
at death; but that mysterious life potency known as the soul or 
mind is immaterial and immortal, and returns to God who 
gave it. 

" The mental differences between the lower animals and man 
suggested to ancient philosophers that there should be a line 
drawn somewhere. To meet this distinction the Stoics, the 
disciples of Socrates, maintained that man possessed a rational 

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A SHADY CORNER AT PINE RIDGE, THAT THE BIRDS LUVE 

soul above that of the animal soul which belonged in common 
to man and animals, but nowhere denied the fact of animals 
having souls. This gracious privilege of denying the right of 
animals to keep the soul their Creator gave them comes from 
our modern theology and is ingrafted in the creeds of some of 
our churches. But whatever distinction has been made between 
the soul of inan and the soul of animals has been made by man 
and not God. 

" Comparative psychology is opening up a wonderful field 
for scientific research, and we are learning to know God's pur- 
poses through nature as well as revelation. All animal life is 
formed upon one common general law, and shows conclusively 
that if man is a dual being, composed of matter and mind, or 
body and soul, so are all other animals. If God created one and 
imparted to it the breath of life and an immortal soul, he made 
all others on the same plan; for it is obvious that there is that 
same visible difference between matter and mind in all living 
beings. 

" Isaiah, in speaking of the ' restitution of all things,' says: 
' In that day shall thy cattle feed in large pastures. The oxen 
likewise and the young asses that ear the ground shall eat clean 
provender, which hath been winnowed with the shovel and with 
the fan.' 

" The evidence is positive that a belief in an endless existence 
of lower animals as well as man has been maintained through- 
out the history of man from the creation to the present time. 

" Indeed, all the primitive religions of the world directly or 
indirectly advocate the immortality of lower animals. 

" The following question was asked over nineteen hundred 
years ago, and is still being asked: ' Why should it be thought a 



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thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead? ' and 
the answer comes from the same volume of revelation : ' For as 
in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. . . . 
The tender mercy of God is over all his works. ... In whose 
hand is the soul of every living thing.' 

Huxley says: " I hold that the nature of the physical and 
mental faculties of brutes applies in its fulness and entirety to 
man. The consciousness possessed by lower animals is that sort 
of consciousness which we have ourselves, and foreshadow more 
or less those feelings which are possessed by mankind." 

More than one hundred and seventy English authors, lay and 
clerical, uphold faith in the immortality of the lower animals, 
have written in its support, and the belief is gaining ground 
steadily. 




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" The sense, intuitions, and various emotions and faculties of 
which man boasts," said Darwin, " may be found in an incipient 
or even sometimes in a well-developed condition in the lower 
animals." 

It has been truly said that " man can never find his true 
place in the universe until he recognizes that lower animals are 
fellow-creatures and, though created inferior in intellect, yet 
possess all the germs of the intellectual faculties of man." 

Ernest Bell, editor of AiiiniaVs Friend, a valuable maga- 
zine published in London, gives in " An After-life for Aniinals " 
strong arguments to prove that if there is a life beyond for the 
human race we have good reason to believe the lower animals 
also possess an intelligent soul that will live on after death. 
The following case is vouched for by the Society for Psychical 
Research (Vol. XIV, p. 285). 

The reappearance of animals after death, of which there are 
now a good many instances on record, will probably be the 
strongest argument with many people. We have space to quote 
only one case out of a good many which have been carefully 

investigated by the Psychical Research Society: 

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IIUKSKS AT FIXE RIDGE ENJUYING A VACATKJN IN A 
PADDOCK NEAR THE CEMETERY 

" ' In the year 1883 we were staying at the Hotel des Anglais, 
at Mentone. I had left at home (in Norfolk) in the care of our 
gardener a very favorite little dog, a black-and-tan terrier, 
named Judy. I was sitting at table d'hote, and suddenly saw my 
dog run across the room, and unthinkingly exclaimed: " Why, 
there is Judy!" There was no dog in the hotel, and when I went 
upstairs I told my daughter, who was ill, what I had seen. A 
few days after I got a letter saying that Judy had gone out with 
the gardener as usual in the morning quite well but when he 
returned at breakfast-time she was suddenly taken ill and died 
in half an hour. At this distance of time I cannot distinctly 
remember whether the dates agreed, but my impression is that 
she had died the day I saw her.' 

" The lady's daughter referred to the incident in her diary as 
follows : 

" ' Mamma saw Judy's ghost at table dliote! ' 

" The same lad\' related her own personal recollections of it 
as follows: 

" ' I distinctly remember my father and mother and sister 
and my cousin coming into my bedroom, all laughing, and 
telling me how my mother had seen Judy (black-and-tan terrier) 
running across the room whilst they were at table dliote. My 
mother was so positive about it that one of the others (I think 
my father) had asked the waiter if there were any dog in the 
hotel, and he had answered in the negative.' " 

" The theosophical teaching in this matter, if we understand 
it rightly," says Mr. Bell, " is that all animals are endowed with 
a'soul in some form, but that in the lower forms the soul at the 
time of physical death returns to what is called the ' group-soul,' 
from which portions are continually reincarnated and return. 
It is only after the animal has attained a certain degree of 
development that it attains to an individual consciousness, and 
becomes, so to speak, a separate soul. It is, naturally, not 
possible to define even approximately when this change may 
take place, but we are told that many creatures far below the 
rank of our higher domestic animals often manifest an individu- 
ality of character which seems to point to the probability that 
they^have already attained individuality of existence." 

Mr. Bell sums up his arguments concisely: " To sum tip, 

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THREK MOURNERS 



we find our world populated by many widely different races of 
creatures who live the most varied lives in air, in water, or on 
earth, but in all of them you see a general similarity of structure, 
varied obviously in accordance with and by reason of their 
dift'erent surroundings and needs. We find no decided gap in 
the chain. We find them all taking their origin in a similar 
minute cell, and we see the higher of them passing in their per- 
sonal early development through the various stages still found 
in the lower. 

" We find the same mysterious essence, Avhich we call life, 
actuating them all. 

" We find they all have similar feelings, impulses, affections, 
developed in varying degrees, the so-called lower forms possess- 
ing some of them in higher degree than the more advanced 
forms where they have been useful in their daily lives. 

" We find the sub-human and human types alike developing 
in side directions — reaching a certain point and then dying 
out as unfit to survive as a race in this world. 

" We find the intangible portion of the individual, the mind, 
so near akin in human and sub-human that communications 
pass between them cpite apart from the senses in a manner 
incomprehensible to either. 

" We find that, even after the extinction of life in the body, 
communications can yet be made between the minds of the 
human and sub-human. 

" Will any candid-minded person venture to affirm that if 
there is an individual after-life for man, there is not also one for 
the other animals, and, if so, on what grounds? " 

These quotations on animal immortality might be many times 
multiplied, but enough have been given to encourage those who 

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mourn the loss of a fourfooted friend not to be ashamed of their 
love or their grief or of the hope of seeing them in another life; 
and to suggest to the critic who ridicules animal cemeteries and 
scoffs at even a wish for aninml immortality, that he is scoffing 
not at weak sentimentalists, but at such men as Plutarch, 
Huxley, Darwin, Agassiz, Matthew Arnold, Richard Wagner, 
Sir Walter Scott, Wordsworth, Robert Southey, Martin Luther, 
Gladstone, and many other men and women whose minds were 
far above the average. 

No more appropriate finis to the subject can be given than 
the query and the answer contained in the fifteenth chapter of 
first Corinthians: 

" But some man will say. How are the dead raised up? and 
with what body do they come? 

" Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except 
it die : and that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body 
that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some 
other grain: 

" But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to 
every seed his own body! " 

We may be so constituted that we cannot believe, but at 
least we can allow ourselves the great comfort of hope and feel 
that we have good ground for it. 

One day in early autumn I followed the winding path leading 
to Pine Ridge Cemetery, walking behind a plain box that served 
as a coffin, in which a beautiful little body, only a few days 
before throbbing with life and love, lay still in death. It was a 
little funeral procession, but in it were heavy hearts and wet 
eyes, and as I followed to the open grave, this verse of Tennyson 
came to me and I thought it wovild be a most appropriate epitaph : 

" That nothing --.valks with aimless feet, 
That not one life shall be destroyed 
Or cast as rubbish to the void, 
When God hath made the pile complete." 



This booklet can be purchased at the Animal 
Rescue League, 51 Carver Street, Boston, Mass. 
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